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A cascading cornucopia of cool comics, crazy cartoons, & classic collectables - plus other completely captivating & occasionally controversial contents. With nostalgic notions, sentimental sighings, wistful wonderings, remorseful ruminations, melancholy musings, rueful reflections, poignant ponderings, & yearnings for yesteryear. (And a few profound perplexities, puzzling paradoxes, & a bevy of big, beautiful, bedazzling, buxom Babes to round it all off.)
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Unfortunately, I no longer read books as often as I used to when I was younger. When I try to read a book nowadays, I find my mind wandering off a few sentences into a paragraph, requiring me to go back and read it again in order to grasp what the writer is saying. I suspect it's the 'brain fog' that assails me from time-to-time, when my mind essentially starts to close down and it's almost like I'm in a trance. (Happens when I'm speaking as well sometimes.)
Same with some blogs. There's an excellent site in my blog list, where the writer does exhaustive research and presents highly detailed, fact-filled posts about Marvel in the Silver Age. Trouble for me is that there's just so much information in each post that I find it difficult to assimilate all of it, and by the time I reach the end, I've forgotten everything but the last couple of paragraphs. They're quite lengthy posts too, so re-reading them doesn't really help much. Haven't commented for quite a while because I was beginning to sound like a broken record, my remarks consisting of not much more than "Well done on another fascinating post."
However, that's by-the-by. I saw mention in a newspaper last week of a book titled Bob The Robin, which tells the heartwarming tale of a gardener named Tony Putman and his friendship with various Robins, in particular the Bob of the title. I forgot about it almost immediately, but when I was leaving a bookshop a few days later after popping in to check out the graphic novels and comics collected editions, I happened to see the Bob The Robin book on a table as I passed and promptly stole it. (Nah, just checking to see if you're paying attention.)
It had £2 off so I bought it immediately - what Scotsman can resist a saving like that? (Though it would probably have snared me at 2p off.) Anyway, it's not an overly long book, it has fairly large type, but is very well written with some great photographs. More importantly, I could read it in short bursts when I felt like it, so my mental energy wasn't compromised and I didn't find myself falling asleep a few paragraphs into each chapter.
The point of this post? It's an emotionally rewarding book that will enrich your heart and make you appreciate nature a little more than you perhaps already do (however much that is), so I have no hesitation in recommending it to you for your own bookshelves, Crivvies. Only £16.99 and worth every penny. Buy it today, either for yourself or someone you love. (I bought mine for the someone I love most in all the world - me!)
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Incidentally, a few months back, a fearless little Robin would alight on a branch inches from me when I was out in the back garden filling the bird feeders. It once alighted on my hand for a second to snatch some bird seed and I have to say I felt enormously privileged, almost as though I'd won a Blue Peter Badge. Sadly, I haven't seen him or her in a while (though have seen other Robins) and find myself hoping wee Robin is okay. Below is Tony Putman's YouTube channel about Bob.
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Hi, my name's Rip Jaggy (named after an obscure comics character, which fits me to a tee) and I have a wunnerful blog named Rip Jaggy's No-Go. So named because when I state an opinion on anything, I brook no dissent and won't tolerate anyone disagreeing with me if, in so doing, they demonstrate that I'm talking outta my @ss. I mean what I mean, regardless of whether what I say can mean more than I meant it to mean, so don't comment if you're going to take anything I write to its logical conclusion and reveal my woolly thinking. On this blog I'm king and I want you peasants readers to know your place.
Your only purpose is to make me feel good by agreeing with everything I say, and if you don't, I'll take a huffy fit and tell you to f*ck off! I know I'm an insecure, ineffectual, inadequate individual so I don't need reminding, thank you very much. In fact, the reason I hate Donald Trump so vehemently is that he reminds me so much of myself. Now, you know the rules, so don't bother commenting if you're not going to obey them. Now where'd I put my liquor?
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As you get older, some events in your personal history become harder to tie down to their specific points in time. Case in point, was it near the end of 1965 or sometime after the beginning of 1966 that I saw a Plaston Tardis money bank hanging on a peg near a cash register in Safeway as my parents queued up to pay for their shopping? Regardless, they bought it for me (it wasn't expensive) and on the way home, we (including my brother) dropped in to a cafe midway between the main town centre and the neighbourhood in which we lived, having moved there only relatively recently. I seem to recall that the toy was in a poly bag with a header card, but the versions on the Internet I've seen were in a shrink-wrapped open cardboard container which seems familiar to me. Maybe it was both.
Same goes for my Herts Plastic Moulders Dalek. (That's me above with my original.) Was it purchased in Woolworth's in Rutherglen or another Woolworth's when we were on holiday one year? As it was only sold in Woolies, it could've been both as I seem to remember having more than one, though maybe not at the same time. However, you won't be interested in any of that as you'll have your own set of memories associated with these toys - if you were lucky enough to have them when you were a kid, that is. The Dalek isn't an entirely accurate representation, but not many '60s Dalek toys were, whether it was by Marx, Cherilea, Herts, or just about any manufacturer of Dalek merchandise. Perhaps the one that came closest was the Codeg clockwork Dalek, but I never had one as a boy so it's not high on my list of things to acquire.
Isn't it funny the things you find yourself buying when they remind you of something from childhood, don't you think? In my primary school years we used to have a pair of budgerigars called Cheeky and Joey, and there's an interesting story about them which can be read by clicking here. Recently, while passing a shop window in my town's main shopping centre (now sadly in such serious decline that it's up for sale), I spotted two ornamental ringers for the pair of budgies we'd once owned. Bought them immediately of course, and they now sit on the shelf of a display cabinet in my living-room. It's like Cheeky and Joey have been resurrected, and whenever I gaze upon them, I think back to those long ago years which are so dear to me in retrospect.
Sure, they don't move and they don't sing, but at least I don't have to clean sh*t out of a budgie cage on a daily basis, so that's a plus. It's just nice to look at them - and remember. Any of you Crivvies got any animal ornaments that remind you of childhood or teenage pets? If not, if you saw one, would you buy it? Do tell.
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